Fourth solo LP from the quirky artist whose “Buffalo Stance”-highlighted debut LP lost the 1990 Best New Artist Grammy to Milli Vanilli, who subsequently had it revoked owing to fraud — boy, the ‘90s were just a watershed, weren’t they? Because she’s agonizingly cutting-edge, she involved reverse-techno art-pop guy Four Tet with this, producing sparse beats for Cherry to blather her stream-of-consciousness over; the beats sound like they came out of a tin can Burial was going to add to beef stew or something, such as the gentle-jungle breakbeats on “Naked” here. It’s very sparse, hopeful, tribal and friendly; I could imagine this stuff being absolutely loved by haggard soccer moms who’ve finally found 20 minutes to enjoy a Starbucks, no question about it. Opening tune “Across the Water” is the least-adorned of anything on board, lazy beatnik percussion statements the only sounds buoying Cherry’s rap-and-singalong reflections on (I think) motherly life. Robyn guests on the gloomily wub-wubbing “Out of the Black.” A-— Eric W. Saeger